Wrinkle

as it all comes to an end i wonder what of me is next to achieve each passing i have failed something and defeated another yet it never ends the cycle of failure vs. achievement they are never satisfied and i am never good enough but i forever tire of effort my achievements are not measurable with numbers, letters, or papers they are in the wrinkles of my smile and the squint of my eyes my milestones become stretch marks and scars i have in this body much shorter than this soul and i never tire of this cycle from wrinkle to wrinkle
� neda hakimi


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